First Demonic Dragon

Michael and his five siblings tried to correct themselves in the air as their bodies plummeted towards the ground, but because of the poison running along their bodies, they were disoriented and unfocused.

The very most that they were able to accomplish was slowing their fall speed from a plummet to a hard fall.

Once the six of them hit the ground, they all groaned audibly as they wrestled with the adverse effects of the venom.

"What manner of water... is this!?"

"M-My eyes, I can't see straight!"

Michael, unlike the rest of his siblings believed he might have held a remedy for this toxin.

Through his eyes that were burning and red with irritation, he stared into his palm and watched as a spark of golden flame flickered to life.

Clutching it tightly in his fist, he struck his hand against his chest and let the flame course throughout his body.

And to his elation, it worked..! ...Sort of.

The poison was being burned out of his system, but it was a painstakingly slow process.

Not only that, but it was absolutely agonizing to get rid of.

The process was like having a million hot coals being mercilessly raked over every fibre of your flesh and tendons.

Michael shuddered to imagine what the pain would have been like had he been afflicted by a larger dose.

He wondered if there would have been any hope of curing himself or his siblings at all...

Michael was about halfway through the process of burning away the poison within himself when suddenly a shadow passed over his face.

Looking up, his expression darkened when he saw the same blue woman from before wearing a crazed smile on her face.

"Brace yourselves!" Michael didn't have the time to detoxify himself and his siblings fully, but he could give them each a portion of his golden flame.

This would alleviate the effects to a degree that would at least allow them to defend themselves, even if they weren't at their best.

It was undesirable, but it was better than nothing.

Every god was painfully aware of just how easily Seras had managed to kill Odin when he was in a debilitated state, and no one wanted to fall in the same manner that he did.

The archangels picked themselves up from the ground just as Tatiana landed in front of them.

The scene became a repeat of the one upstairs as Tatiana buried her dark trident into the ground and a surge of water came with it.

Experiencing bits of PTSD, the archangels understandably wanted no parts of anything she could have possibly had planned.

In unison, they all flew up into the sky overhead to a land they considered to be 'safer'.

For some reason, this seemed to make Tatiana laugh as the tattoos on her face turned a dark purple color.

"Honestly... Do you think I can't still catch you up there?"

A low rumbling erupted from the ground before several sharp pillars of ocean water surged up after the angels.

Each of the angels manifested a golden construct of some sort and swatted the water aside like they were flies buzzing around a picnic.

Tatiana smiled wider as if everything was going as she'd predicted.

With the angels using brute force to smack aside her pillars of water, they had effectively mist-ified it.

And since Tatina's control is not limited by something as insignificant as volume, they had effectively only multiplied their problem 100-fold.

If before they had only a handful of dangerous pillars to worry about- they now had trillions of razor-sharp needles to deal with in addition to Tatiana herself.

While the archangels were flying around like chickens with their heads off trying to avoid her attack, she sank into the very water at her feet; despite it barely being a foot deep.

When Michael finally realized that he could use his fire to vaporize her water, he and his siblings became decidedly less panicked.

But with their moment to breathe came more nervousness, as Raphael finally pointed out that Tati was nowhere to be seen.

"She is gone!"

"Look around!"

With their heads on a near constant swivel, the archangels looked around in every tangible direction.

When they found nothing, Michael decided that it was better to take no chances.

Spreading his glorious white wings, he flapped them hard enough to knock feathers free.

These incomparably beautiful feathers flew to the ground like homing missiles; glowing with the same golden shine as Michael's own fire.

Unsurprisingly, the dark waters that Tatiana had created quickly evaporated like they were never even there.

But when Michael still found nothing, his eyes only narrowed further.

He looked upwards towards the top of the cathedral where he and his siblings had been forcefully ejected from, and found Abaddon with the rest of his wives; still in the exact same spot as before.

Out of the corner of his eye, Michael finally noticed something unnatural.

At some point, dark grey clouds had started to form overhead without their knowledge.

A single raindrop fell from the sky to land on the tip of Michael's nose and he finally realized exactly where Tatiana had gone.

Everything after this discovery seemed to happen almost too quickly to process.

First there was a deluge of rain, accompanied by a blinding flash of light.

With that flash of light came a large purple lightning bolt, and riding on top of it like a surfboard was Tatiana.

Her full attack occurred in the span of 1.5 seconds.

Focused only on doing the most damage to those in proximity, she steered her 'surfboard' directly into the body of Uriel, who made a pitiful choking sound as her eyes nearly left her sockets.

Leaping off her board of lightening, Tatiana raised her barbed trident overhead and stabbed Gabriel directly in the left shoulder.

With her trident acting as a black lightning rod, the archangel of chastity also suffered a unimaginably large shock.

Simultaneously, Tatiana congealed the water pouring down into a large fist that she used to literally bludgeon Raphael over the head to sent him crashing back down to the ground.

Blinded by the success of her three-step attack, Tati became mildly greedy.

In her mind, she knew that it would be best to get some distance now, since her last move worked only through the unification of the element of surprise and haste.

Now that the rest of the archangels had time to adjust, the likelihood of her pulling off a fourth successive attack like this would likely plummet.

She knew this, but Tati was overconfident in her power.

It isn't something that is necessarily her fault, as most chaos gods also suffer from this sort of character trait.

She wanted her husband to be proud of her.

She wanted her sisters to see her as capable.

She wanted to be able to tell her children about the cool things she had done.

As a result, she decided to try her luck.

In that brief moment after she had stabbed Gabriel and struck Raphael, Tatiana set her sights on the diminutive Jophiel next.

She didn't like the way that she spoke to her husband earlier, and even if she couldn't kill her, she felt it was her responsibility to make her suffer for it.

Ripping her weapon free of Gabriel's shoulder, she somersaulted off his body while angling herself towards Jophiel.

But Tatiana had been doing so well for the duration of this battle that she forgot exactly the caliber of enemies she was dealing with.

For primordial-level beings, an opening, no matter if it's big or small, is far too dangerous.

In the midst of her lunging towards Jophiel, she noticed the world to the left o her becoming brighter.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a wall of golden flame rushing towards her with a clear vengeance in mind.

Tatiana didn't have enough time to liquify herself and blend back in with the storm, nor could shemanipulate the water from the storm in time to make a passable shield.

So now, her only choices were to grit her teeth and take it.

Liquifying herself was a no-go, since she was sure that it would have been even more painful and even possibly put her down for good.

So with that in mind, she made the final split second decision to just bear the burden full on.

Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the inevitable impact that she knew for certain would not tickle.

But as the heat licked at her face, she felt herself be 'tackled' by someone else entirely before she was pulled from the sky.

When she reopened her eyes, a familiar pair of feathery red wings were wrapped around her and a warm gray hand was gently touching her cheek.

"Honestly, Tati, look at this burn on your pretty face… why must you be so thoughtless sometimes?" Erica asked painfully.

Tatiana felt like her cheek was the absolute least of her problems right now, as she lowered her head in shame.

She knew she messed up.

And she knew everyone had just seen her mess up.

She was so embarrassed that she could have died, but more than anything else she was worried.

"Are the others mad…?"

At that moment, a flurry of literal meteors fell out of the sky from god knows where, and a dense red atmosphere tainted the heavenly realm for hundreds of miles.

"…Yes."